Sound Wasteland, atop Immortal Sound Mountain.
Gray mist surged to the heavens!
The female corpse rose to her feet. Her features had once still revealed her beauty, but now her eye sockets were hollow, filled only with swirling gray mist.
The female corpse stood facing Nan Feng.
"You should rest now."
Nan Feng spoke.
"The catastrophe from back then is long past."
At her words, the Sound Venerable's evil corpse seemed to feel something too.
"The catastrophe has not passed. All I see in this world is illusion."
"You are a false version of me, a remnant in my sea of karma. You do not belong to this era."
She looked at Nan Feng and said, each word clear and deliberate:
"You are a puppet controlled by someone else."
Nan Feng shook her head. Her eyes shone with unwavering conviction.
"He has returned."
"Now, he is my master."
Her words brimmed with confidence.
All this time, her master had been her greatest source of confidence and strength!
No matter how great the catastrophe, she had always held fast to her faith.
As long as her master was there, all would be well!
But the Sound Venerable's evil corpse suddenly smiled, bitter and sorrowful.
"Him?"
"He has become a ghost."
"He died, and sought to create an illusory ghost realm of his own... When I set foot on that path, I saw it with my own eyes: he reached out a black hand from a place of utter darkness and slew the Martial Venerable."
Nan Feng couldn't help but start at those words.
Was this what her previous incarnation had seen after setting foot on that path?
Now she knew that, back then, after the battle in the Gray Mist Sea, all of their previous incarnations had stepped onto that ancient